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The Decemberists
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Come And See
Lyricist:Colin Meloy
There's an island hidden in the sound Lapping currents lay your boat to ground Affix your barb and bayonet
The curlews carve their arabesques And sorrow fills the silence all around Come and see
There's a harbor lost within the reeds A jetty caught in over-hanging trees Among the bones of cormorants No boot mark here, nor finger prints
The rivers roll down to a soundless sea Come and see Come and see
The tides will come and go With this bare waking eye Who rose like the wind Though we know for sure
Amidst this fading light We'll not go home again Come and see Come and see
In the lowlands, nestled in the heat A brier cradle rocks its babe to sleep Its contents watched by sycorax
And [unverified]in parallax A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep Come and see Come and see
The tides will come and go Witnessed by no waking eye Who rose like the wind Though we know for sure
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As I was rambled down by the water I spied in sable, the landlord's daughter Produced my pistol, then my saber To make no whistle or thou will be murdered
She cursed, she shivered, she cried for mercy My gold and silver, if thou will release me I'll take no gold, miss, I'll take no silver I'll take those sweet lips, and I'll deliver
I will dress your eyelids With dimes upon your eyes Laying close to water Green your grave will rise
Go to sleep, little ugly Go to sleep you little fool Forty-winking in the belfry You'll not feel the drowning You'll not feel the drowning
Forget you once had sweethearts They've forgotten you Think you not on parents They've forgotten too
Go to sleep now, little ugly Go to sleep now you little fool Forty-winking in the belfry You'll not feel the drowning You'll not feel the drowning
Go to sleep little ugly Go to sleep little fool Forty-winking in the belfry You'll not feel the drowning You'll not feel the drowning
Hear you now, the captain Heed his sorrowed cry Weight upon your eyelids As dimes laid on your eyes
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